Then Wealth acquired by search of Nature's dowers,
Then Peace, ensured by their imposing might,
Then Happiness, their efforts' well-earned right,
Then Grace and Beauty, as they stately-grand
Approach their goal, joy-flushed and hand in hand,—
United, yet distinct, none like the rest,
Yet each in standard equal to the best:
Oh, heavenly bliss! e'en with the spirit's eye
To have beheld this prospect and — — —to die.
[He sinks lifeless to the ground. The soldiers holding the banners let them droop upon him. All stand profoundly moved. The curtain falls. When it rises once more in the]
William Travis and Elsie, the latter attired as Goddess of Victory, are seen standing amid a transfiguring light at the head of Bradburn, upon which Elsie puts a laurel-wreath. The soldiers, all of whom have left the stage, are overheard singing the following
HYMN OF VICTORY.
It is achieved ! the fight is won!
And what our doubting hearts begun
- For the tune of this Hymn see page 252.